Hold it Down (Letra)

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Rappers stepped to me, but they didn’t get none
I’m the Kane so you know the outcome
The microphone crooner, should have set the tone sooner
Hip hop to me Re boxing to Roy Jones Jr.
The genuine, search and you’ll find
That on the microphone I can handle mine
Here’s a view to a kill as I flipped the skill
When it’s time to rock the mic like Al Scratch I get ill
I come equipped to fight and if I flip tonight
Effects on MC’s are similar to kryptonite
Water flows that be hard to distinguish
It’s best to relinquish, you don’t want the God to bring this
I’m marvelous at the art of this, even if you got assist
stepping to me is a lot of risk. I release skills that’s abundant
to explode and drop on you like flight 800

Chorus
Keep it moving world renown
showing and proving
That we can hold it down

Verse 2
Here’s a percentage of that old vintage
Macaroni flow but its mare than an image
Don’t let the smooth taste fool ya , Let me school ya
On what it is, straight up square biz
Swift maneuvering to crush the crew you bring
Last thing them want tell me is Kane go do your thing who the king
Asiatic non equivalent to any
Plus I play the game a more harder way than Penny
The plan that I mobilize for dough to rise is no surprise
That it comes from what I vocalize
I’m the best you can get as I hit you with
The stroke of death And I ain’t even broke a sweat
But this is where I draw the. line you’re sure to find
Lyrics I be dropping is too much for the mortal mind
What’s being caused is many MC’s I’m seeing lost
The hip hop laws should be reinforced
You made a record this year, Oh you’re hot
Something fishy about your style, who flow you got
You thought that you could hold me down no you’re not
Now back up off me, here I come to blow the spot

Chorus

Verse 3
Alright, here I come to get some
But instead you don’t want the love to spread
I heard that jealousy and envy is a dum one’s tool
so daddy says nothing he keeps his cool
I been through your tribulations and conflicts
Anything possible to keep me out the mix
But ease back, boy you better freeze that
Where my rivalries lack I’m still nice with these Black
I rap with the safety cap so that you don’t get it twisted
And be another statistic
How many more to try, is sure to die
Slaughter I, all that playa hating only makes me fortify
to get the papers to me is a necessity
And I don’t want a piece of the pie I want the recipe
I can’t lose with what I use
I’m the reason why the lady sings the blues
Don’t get it confused

Chorus

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Hold It Down (Letra)

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[steele]
Hold me down, i’m movin on the enemy now
For a cause, and he cause ya exort at war
I swore to be dedicated, always elevatin, meditatin
Bout the soldiers who couldn’t make it
Take shit forever, that’s my position, part of my condition
Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move
Get ya tools ready for construction
We prepare to build or destroy somethin
Brooklyn born, i be steele on the real
And i feel like gettin it on, yo son what’s the deal?
For some reason, niggas be fiendin
And when niggas be fiendin, they be quick to commit treason
But i keep breathin through, though the season do
Be seemin to get alot more hot than usual
So, who can i confide in, who can i trust to bust when i’m ridin
I don’t need no last minute surprises
From those who pose as friends but they be lyin
I keep my eye on the snitch that’s spyin
Plottin to brake down my whole enterprises
Some niggas soft but some niggas define shit
True soldier ready for war, so don’t try shit
Why you get critical, cuz the spots held down by the general

[chorus 2x]
There’s only a few that could ride wit me
There’s only a few that could ride for free
I hold my weight plus yours, when you can’t hold ya own
Cuz i know you do the same for me, so hold me down

[tek]
Every clique got a soft nigga in it, believe me
That potray a kid he saw on the streets or in the movies
Tryin to do the same he seen on the screen
Got his big guns, timbs, hoody and his jeans
Talk the fast talk but there’s a pause in this walk
Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork
He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team
Crazy ass dread from jamaica, queens
Ain’t never seen war up in his face before
Get his news from the barber shop/beeper store
But if you let him tell it, he’s the last man standing
Talkin bout son, i held it down wit the cannon
Should of seen the way that i was blazin at the cats
Twist of the wrist, while i was pattin one back
Like that kid did to menace, when he had the four pound
You know it’s only right, i had to hold the fort down

[storm]
Blazin wit ya friends, when we ridin
There’s no suprisin, it’s all good
Takin chances, in the cut every day
Tryin to big up, tryin to big up wit my master plan

[chorus 2x]

[steele]
As a youth i would sit up in my room and dream
One day i became wit a ruthless teen
Little did i know that every step i took
Had already been signed and sealed in some books
So i took a look at what i got to work wit of course
And if granted by the source move on wit full force
What choice to choose, if i sin will i use
Sittin wit the reverend in my county blues

[tek]
To which ever form you base your religion on
Live by the scriptures of the bible or karan
Don’t burn bridges if you plan to make riches
The ones that you least expect to be the worst snitches
For a dollar, a nigga screamin holla out
Ya secret whereabouts, so they can come and air ya out
And took the throne, down the shoot dead and gone
The struggle goes on, so hold down ya dome

[chorus 2x]

Hold It Down (Letra)

Usher

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Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy das nigga, diggy das what what??
Yeah what?

Intro/chorus:

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: dray, skoob

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they’re genesis
Now what the hell is this i heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, i got more rhymes than run got adidas
You can’t defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The boogie banger tell me what the hell’s the art for?

Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it’s the boogie bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "could he hang?"
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn’t wit it popped lip (like what?)
"nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject

Chorus

Verse 2: skoob, dray

*?miggity mog?* it’s the prince of darkness here to spark this
Riggity mic, my target’s the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga’s be frontin in their rhymes
Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when i come thru they be like "oooh look, the man!"
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook japan

Well all i need is my 40, some buda and my timbs
My biggity black benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time i watch my ass
The cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
Of vodka, i rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when i’m spillin it i’m fillin it, check how i’m killin it

Chorus

Verse 3: dray, skoob

But a’time i write a rhyme i takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y’know it’s me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
We never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for ’95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In ’92 wit my crew, ain’t a thing changed
But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
The drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo i got ta….

Chorus (x2)

Outro: dray

Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga mo bee wit the real hip-hop
(got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity das efx wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don’t stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga pmd wit the real hip-hop (hit squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga dj scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock

Hold It Down (Letra)

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I’m gonna fix this shit in ’96

Facemob in the motherfuckin’ house, the g b
For the 1990-3-3, you know what i’m sayin’

Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin’, what the fuck?!
Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up
Put him outside his innerself
Took his lifeline from him
Never got the chance to see who done it
Just niggas runnin’, breakin’ to they shit
Befoe’ the gun, put they ass up in the mix
And all i seen was him, laid out chokin’
Eyes to the back of his head, wide open
And i’m hopin’ that they don’t find the killer
Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed
As they gaze at the corpse
Before they drop him in the grave [get paid]
That’s all he spoke, lights out at your part
That’s all she wrote
Everybody got a time and a place they die
But if your out there crowdin’ up your space, it fly, i

(chorus) x2

Hold it down, gang type mobbin’
4 5 packin’ knuckleheads mackin’ jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po’ niggas would die

Way down in the south, deep, on the creep
There was a monkey tryin’ to step on big ol’ (??) feet
Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt
Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt
What it look like?
On the south side ti be hoppin’
Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin’
I got him on the camera, fuckin’ thief wanna check mail?
Shot him now another bitch is waitin’ just to exhale
But oh well, it’s murder, tell me have you heard her?
4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y’all
Meanwhile, i’ma tell y’all all just what i hate
A fool that want to pop lip
To turn and shake and gyrate, as i

Chorus

Up in the set you see me robbin’
Sippin’ on the hennessey
Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep
Slowly, they movin’ closer so i taps my peeps
I’m ‘bout to take this hoe down like a frisco
But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls
I test those who ain’t never seen me jump
Light they ass up like funk cause i ain’t scared of you punk
Motherfuckas that think, i’ll pull this trigga and blink
Leave they ass to stank, then i down a whole drank
Understand, i’m out the do’ tag they toe and leave ‘em rottin’
Cause up in this game (?????) aim and you forgotten
I’m moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors
And i catch those tryin to escape
Where they goin? up out the back door
And i’m at your head, wit a .38
Ready to murder, straight through your chest
Wit no time to waste, i

Chorus x2

Look at him, bleedin from the mob
There goes another nigga, gone
Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas can’t get along, specially at the clubs
Tryin to fuck these same bitches
Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts
I just look as i drink my drink and i (?????)
All of a sudden (????)
Goddamn there they go wit all that shit
Shankin and shootin and squabblin
But you know i’m holdin it down
Gang type mobbin

I’m havin bad luck willie
Feelin like i lost my dog
Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone
Ain’t no tommorrow, i gots ta get some more today
Spray, all thats in my way if he don’t mob this way
I’m sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and
Hearin that you holdin what we did
Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end
Come again come come niggas get toasted
Oven roasted, evenly burnt i pour the syrup
And leave em turned up
Is this that motherfuckin p a y
Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it
You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe
You see it and start runnin but can’t run all night
Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit
Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did
[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
What you (????)]
And i’m

Chorus x2

The rich niggas will live
The poor niggas will die
So i guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich
Is that how it goes?

Hold It Down (Letra)

Big Daddy Kane

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KB, Vandalz (yeah yeah yeah)
‘Bout mine
Y’all know how we do it
Yeah (‘bout mine)
This is for them soldiers (keep it goin’)
All day, everyday (yeah yeah yeah)

I’ve got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
I got my windows seedy, county line’s still on
Now what the hell is goin’ on?
This nigga been around the world and back
And it’s a lesson to be learned in that
A lot of paper to be earned in that
But I still couldn’t discern the fact
That the life ain’t gotta be like that
So hold it down

(I’ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you’ll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I’ll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn’t be without it
When I think about it, who gon’ be down?
(Who will be down?)

Gotta feel G about it, or you’ll see about it
(Don’t get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?
(I’m sick of all you haters when I’m comin’ ‘round)
When I think about holdin’ it down
(Gotta hold it down)

Oh, when I was young in my neighborhood
I sold straps cuz the paper’s good
(So my bitch should understand me nigga)
We let them ends get bigger
It’s always somethin’ wrong with the picture
That’s when it hits ya

Seventeen years old, ain’t no need to be rollin’
In a big body Benz that’s stolen
All my knuckleheads holla if ya hear me now
The grind is somethin’ that you gotta stay real about

I doubt I’d change a thing about my life, except these haters
I’d take ‘em baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights
And won’t get tired ‘til we all ball, causin’ a riot
Can’t even see no peace and quiet

So I decided misery I’ll deal with myself
Ain’t no need for me to be involved with nobody else
I’ll chase my wealth across these continents
Why these fake mothafuckas wanna get with this?
Bitch nigga, be ‘bout it

(I’ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you’ll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I’ll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn’t be without it
When I think about it, who gon’ be down?
(Who will be down?)

Gotta feel G about it, or you’ll see about it
(Don’t get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?
(I’m sick of all you haters when I’m comin’ ‘round)
When I think about holdin’ it down
(Gotta hold it down)

(I’ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you’ll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I’ll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn’t be without it
When I think about it, who gon’ be down?
(Who will be down?)

Gotta feel G about it, or you’ll see about it
(Don’t get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?
(I’m sick of all you haters when I’m comin’ ‘round)
When I think about holdin’ it down
(Gotta hold it down)

[Vandalz:] Now who be lettin’ them heads loose, aimin’ off the roof
It’s the new millennium and I still ain’t feelin’ ‘em
I’m Y2-AK, ready, hands steady
Shame on you niggas, how we came on you niggas
Shoulda pulled the heat out and flamed all you niggas
To the clique I’m dedicated, ‘bout, blunted and faded
Bitch please
Ask a nigga, squeeze the young G
Situation turned drastic, I’m pullin’ out plastic

So bring the beat cuz I’m a bastard
Barely breathing, but leave the body in plastic
Blaze the broccoli on the roof of murderin’ street
Psychotic, leave the mic, it’s idiotic
Bring ya heat if you ‘bout it
Watch ‘em inhale butane and spit hot flames

Thug, so I’m stayin’ heated
But fuck the trouble that it’s caused
We part insane, mentally
With a urge to splurge a piece of my poison
To innocent citizens
Violent millitants, check the currency on my pistol for them
Decided we out

(I’ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you’ll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I’ll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn’t be without it
When I think about it, who gon’ be down?
(Who will be down?)

Gotta feel G about it, or you’ll see about it
(Don’t get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?
(I’m sick of all you haters when I’m comin’ ‘round)
When I think about holdin’ it down
(Gotta hold it down)

(I’ma pop mine)
Gotta be about it, or you’ll see about it
(Gonna keep it on)
I ill, I’ll be about it
Yes, I feel G about it
(Who could be with me?)
Wouldn’t be without it
When I think about it, who gon’ be down?
(Who will be down?)

Gotta feel G about it, or you’ll see about it
(Don’t get no more)
Yes, I feel G about it
Where would I be without it?
(I’m sick of all you haters when I’m comin’ ‘round)
When I think about holdin’ it down
(Gotta hold it down)